DonJuan Carter-Woodard

Joined May 2021

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Bio

I am a poet. I am a realist. I am the bullhorn in your ear as you sleep urging you to stay woke

Realizes the collective will to change often needs a catalyst to set the wheels of social & cultural evolution in motion.

These are my thoughts

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My Music Nostalgia
Blue Notes on blue grass I left my taste buds in the past Not of a usual kind But that’s not the shape of my heart How many nights have I fell asleep in Hotel California
By DonJuan Carter-Woodard3 years ago in Poets
Mortality
My blood is blue before oxygen hits it So does that insinuate that the blood I bleed is unnatural Life was never meant to be so cheap
By DonJuan Carter-Woodard3 years ago in Poets
These Rocks
These rocks out weigh your tanks These rocks we pluck from the earth Stones crumbled What was once a place of worship Now a rock quarry
By DonJuan Carter-Woodard3 years ago in Poets
Dreams are of these
Dreams Are like ripe mango slices On a chipped indigo plate You notice everything Juices dripping through the visions in my mind
By DonJuan Carter-Woodard3 years ago in Poets
Nia Wilson
Nia Wilson We all sat and watched No audio needed but I can only imagine The pure terror No one said all Angel’s have peaceful transition
By DonJuan Carter-Woodard3 years ago in Poets
Perfect Imperfections
Today I tell you you are perfect With all your perfect imperfections Your flaws were made just for you Not a cookie-cutter copy cat
By DonJuan Carter-Woodard3 years ago in Poets
Capitalism will eat your whole life
My moral compass is in a constant spin Somewhere between I got to feed my family And the system got me fucked up Where woven paper posing as fiat
By DonJuan Carter-Woodard3 years ago in Poets
Inner Artist 2.0
Indigo paint covers the hood of my skull My inner artist wants to come out and play Drawing figurines and cherry blossom landscapes of whimsical places
By DonJuan Carter-Woodard3 years ago in Poets
Inner Artist 2.0
Indigo paint covers the hood of my skull My inner artist wants to come out and play Drawing figurines and cherry blossom landscapes of whimsical places
By DonJuan Carter-Woodard3 years ago in Poets

DonJuan Carter-Woodard

Bio

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My Music Nostalgia

Mortality

These Rocks

Dreams are of these

Nia Wilson

Perfect Imperfections

Capitalism will eat your whole life

Inner Artist 2.0

Inner Artist 2.0

Stories (9/0)